Roommate - Sex Stories

Roommate

... and ease, that made you feel like you were able to take charge in a way you never had before during any sexual encounter. You felt powerful. You slid my boxers off, running your hands across the smooth skin. The sun was starting to come up, casting a glow about the room, light enough to see by, but leaving room for mystery.

You took your time exploring my body. I wasn’t toned but was shaved, a fact I found deeply comforting. I looked deliciously, amazingly human. You traced a scar that curved under one knee.

“Bike accident,” I mumbled.

You kissed the scar and ran your tongue up along the inside of my thigh. You spent a few minutes learning the shape of my balls before taking my shaft in your mouth. I shuddered, and twined my hands in your hair, before gently pulling you away.

“Too much,” I gasped. “I want this to last.”

You crawled up my body and we ended up spooning, my erection pulsing against your back, but i ignored it and wrapped my arm around you, cupping your breast and pinching the nipple. I was very, very patient, making sure that every part of you got equal attention. My breath was hot in your ear.

“You are stunning.”

You whimpered and arched against me. You were getting impatient again and took matters into your own hands. You threw a leg back over me, creating easier access to my still-throbbing pussy. You were rubbing yourself when my hand covered yours. I didn’t try to stop you or move your hand away. Instead, I moved with you, learning ...

... what you liked before taking over. I mimicked your actions, tracing your folds the way you had, and then moved down lower.

I slid a finger inside me.

“More,” you gasped. I added another.

“More,” you insisted. I added a third and worked some kind of magic you've never been able to do by your original. I masterfully hit just the right spot and you had a moment of disorientation before realizing you had squirted. It felt foreign but the release was overwhelming.

“Don’t stop,” you begged. I held you tight. Each wave sent shivers through your body, and i responded with a small moan, enjoying your pleasure. The world seemed to disappear for a moment and then you went limp, every muscle spent.

And yet.

“More,” you said again, stubbornly.

“More what?” I laughed in your ear. “Do you need a break?”

“No,” you rolled to face me. “I still need you.”

You shoved me onto my back and gracelessly straddled my hips. You were a mess, sticky and slippery, and still slightly damp from both the shower and sweat.

“I’m good too,” you whispered and began to shift against me, rubbing yourself and your arousal all over my rock-hard cock. You could have cummed again from just that, but you lifted yourself slightly and adjusted me to meet you.

You slid, slowly, slowly down until I filled you completely. I seemed to stop breathing until you began to pump up and down. Like in the shower, you started with patient intentions and quickly lost yourself in the feel of me, the ...